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Mrs. Griffin is the baby faced lady whom we used to see constantly in the City Club in the old New Haven days, and whose reputation is none too good - separated from her husband who now lives with a bimbo here - rumored to have driven Micky McCallum nearly crazy. But perhaps she is more sinned against than sinning - who really knows?

Erie, Pa.
Wednesday, April 24, '40.

As I expected again, today was far less nerve racking than yesterday, and I didn't mind the ordeal particularly. I only realize how much I have to learn about the management end of this business and also, how very, very much there is to learn about Henry Guy's job. I'm not sure whether Whitey intended me to actually handle his job without regard to Henry, but Miss Giblin said she understood I was to go over the mail with Henry after I had studied it, and I have been doing that. Today also Henry said, "What are you doing with this mail, Crate? Are you handing any of it out? I want to be sure I don't miss anything." I assured him I was doing nothing but read it for my own education. But it just sounded as though Henry wasn't ready yet to step aside for anybody. And that's quite all right. But I find sometimes that Whitey's instructions are far broader than there are practical means of carrying them out. For instance, he remarked Monday, he wanted his drawer "empty" when he got back. Well, there are many letters that he would want to see - that are sent for his information and his drawer